Uncouth Beauty

Uncouth and hideous, the large yellow denture, that jutted out like poles, those undulating skin folds, that scarred the face, those slanted muddied eyes, those swollen colorless lips, and haywire hairs that stood like a demon crown, everyone saw this guy and had a frown, so did I, in fact I was not ready for second meeting, but had to as we both worked at the same place, his first words were mellifluous, his demeanour so subdued, when he helped along, he got you going, and nothing less, I saw his yellow denture vanish, they now appeared regular, he won me with his manner, not near but far, slowly his scars were gone too, and his eyes turned benevolent, he had remained just as I had met, it is only that I had changed.